Tuesday 25th September 2018

Danish: Tirsdag den 25 September 2018

0000hrs: A wee-wee was needed the instant I stirred into semi-life, and awaited the brain joining in with me.

My usual manoeuvering from the £300 second-hand archaic recliner had to be rechoreographed this morning. Due to the mechanicals and electricals, stopping mid-way through the lifting operation, with a disturbingly egregious scrunching sound, and the excessive amount of fluid in both legs. Tsk!

Comical would be the best word to describe my efforts at getting out and up on my feet. It was trial and error to a great degree. Finding out which would be the optimum manipulations to take to avoid the legs being bent the least took a while and few painful and abandoned routes tried. In need of a wee-wee forced me to rush the job, and caused a fair bit of hassle in the pain stakes. But, out and up, I did manage to get. It took me a while, and I got to the wet room in time for the five-second short-sharp wee-wee. Makes yer sick, dunnit!

I collected about ten weevil corpses from the wet room floor and one from the sink. No lives one seen.

Into the spare room, around twenty little weevils dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. All tiny ones.

I took this photograph of the morning scene.

I checked the kitchen. Only about twelve dead baby weevils, and just one bigger live one on the on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. He or she was too quick for me to catch.

Then, back into the front room to investigate the £300 second-hand recliner failure. Unbelievable as it sounds, I tried the buttons first, and it worked! I was flabbergasted!

I was sure I was pressing the right buttons earlier. Why the grinding noise? I repeatedly tried again, and it still worked everytime I tried? I searched for anything that might have got stuck inside or underneath, but found nothing, Ghosts? Aliens? Had I gone bonkers?

Then getting back up after delving into the works, on my knees, both patellas, the fluid-filled legs, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and the elbow when I knocked against the arm of the chair, all combined to give me some more bother. I decided to take some extra painkillers when I take the medications.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived then. A loose, messy affair. I opted to take some Dia-Stop tablets as well.

At this point, the EQ told me this was going to be a day of anguish! Hehehe! I took the medications and then did the Health Checks.

Gawd heavens! This did not cheer me up at all. The Sys still up! The weight was even higher than ever!

Got the computer on, to find… I’m just having any good luck yet, am I?

I went on TFZer Facebooking. It took me hours to get the photographs on.

It wasn’t so slow on WordPress, though. I managed to get yesterdays blog updated and sent off, but it took me another two hours! Gone 0700hrs by the time I’d finished it! Grumph! What next I thought to myself. It didn’t take long for me to find out.

I made a much-needed brew of tea and didn’t check on the sell-by date or condition of the pasteurised milk contents.

Then, when I was searching for some individual pots of milk I thought I had, I spotted that a jar of tomato and bacon cooking sauce had also ‘Gone-Off’. Tsk!

I’ll have to go out today and get some more milk. Far too late to get the ablutions done and still catch the first bus now. I might as well get some other fodder in at the same time, make it a shopping trip. Oh, I’ve got to call at the bank sometime too.

I got the potatoes in the crockpot cooking on a low setting.

Went to get the ablutions sorted. Once again, a messy affair. I did get a few cuts under the chin when shaving, but they hardly bled at all. This was symptomatic to me that the INR level may be too high. So, tonight I will take a half-a-warfarin tablet less with my medications. I’m sure I’ll remember, Ahem!

I took the black bags to the chute, and went down with a bag of recyclable and dropped them at the caretaker’s door. I actually saw the caretaker this morning, on his phone of course, but he did respond to my “Good morning, you okay?”

The day looked surreal. Bright sunlight, shadows, not cold at all either.

Plenty of vehicular traffic, getting in a tangle with themselves and the drivers seemingly discussing who had the right of way. We pedestrians didn’t seem to get in their way as had to use the road as a footpath. But it is wise to try and keep your attention on the vehicles at all times. Tsk!

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I was the only person there, apart from in the office, Brigadeführeress Warden Julie and a lady from Winchester Court talking. I just said a Good Morning and handed out the nibbles.

I took a seat in the big room and got my crossword book out. Margaret and hubby arrived, Big John, Penny, Doreen and several others over the next few minutes. Margaret helped me out with one of the crosswords I’ve been trying to finish for ages. We had a laugh or two, then out to the bus stop. Where a regiment of Winwood residents had ganged up waiting for the buses.

The Bestwood bound vehicle filled up with folks, and then emptied down the hill in Sherwood, leaving me all alone. Hehe!

I took this shot, with the old camera (Not sure why I’ve started using this old Sony again?) while the bus was manoeuvering across the ring-road traffic island.

The James Hunt style bus driver soon had me in Arnold. Dropping me off bruised from the dodgem-ride.

I poddled to the Wilko store, where I got three more of the Special Offer Priced Raid Bug Killer sprays, and a large cheap saucepan and lid. I can boil the bags of lamb shanks again now I’ve got a saucepan big enough! I burnt the last one. Humph!)

I paid the lady with vacant staring eyes, and out up Front Street and had a look in the Chambers butchers to see if they had any of their home-baked belly pork slices. Which they did, and I bought five slices. I have a weakness for this shops roasted sliced belly pork.

Coughed up the payment and out along the same road to the Iceland Store, avoiding several mobility-scooters and pavement cyclists and called at Iceland. Where I purchased lamb shanks and pork ribs, both with a good shelf life of a couple of weeks on them.

Got a bit of change from a tenner, too.

Then further along Front Street and into the Asda (Walmart) Supermarket. Got some goodies for the nibble-box refilling. Apples, Bic razors, seasoned potato slices, two mini lemon desserts, and cheese twists. PAid the lady the £15.11 and made my way through the car park to the bus stop on High Street.

I couldn’t resist taking a shot of these new signs put up by the Police.

I did not see a single Police Officer on my journeys all day. Still, I bet these signs will scare the pickpockets, the muggers and shoplifters! Humph! Incidentally, the signs had been vandalised and were flapping about in the wind.

Arriving at the bus shelter, I realised that I had a good while to wait. The three photographs I tried to take of the passengers in the queue, were refused to be recorded by the camera? Black screen with the small unreadable message in off-white on screen? I thought, well that’s the end of the Sony Cybershot, then. Sob!

The cheerless, irritable bus-jerking driver soon had us back at the flats. (Although most of us were nervous jibbering wrecks by then)

I thought of Jeremy Clarkson and his ‘Guest in a reasonably priced car’, for some reason as this vehicle belted along Chestnut Way?

Just as well, as Willmott Dixon’s ‘Eric Incharge’ appeared seconds later, guiding a large plant vehicle out of a gate from the Extra Care Build compound.

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By the time I had got inside the flat, I had realised that anything requiring concentration or effort was out of the questions for me now. I felt abruptly drained again, mentally and physically.

I had a shot-sharp wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder and acquisitions away and got the oven on with the spare ribs cooking.

Eyes too big for the stomach again. Tsk!

The ribs I’d seasoned with Hoisin sauce, and were terribly messy to eat, but delicious!

I’d undercooked the green beans, the tomatoes were bland, overcooked the potatoes, the apple was bitter. The jar of lemon mousse had gone off!

On the brighter side, the fresh orange juice was pleasantly not too sweet and had a tang to it. The Lemon dessert I bought today at Asda, was so flavoursome! The aforementioned better bits of the meal meant I still gave a Taste-Rating 0f 8.5/10.

Put the things into the washing up bowl to soak and took a look to see if there was anything worth watching on the goggle-box. I fell asleep looking at the schedule for Freeview.

Woke and got the last Health Checks done, took the medications.

While doing this, I put the kettle on for a cuppa, and realised I had not got the one thing I went out for, milk!

Back in the recliner to watch some TV. I reckon I nodded off within minutes again. Zzzz!

Monday 24th September 2018

Greek: Δευτέρα 24 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018

0004hrs: Woke up, in need of a wee-wee. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the crunching under my feet. Klutz! I was treading on and crushing some biscuits, my favourites too, Scottish Shorties, fall had fallen out of the biscuit pot with the lid off, that had apparently tumbled off of the chair. Nocturnal Nibbling Again? Tsk!

I couldn’t vacuum them up this early, or late, whichever way you look at it.

Another cold night. I got the woolly hat and slippers on.

Off for the wee-wee eventually, with the biscuits Accifauxpa delaying me, I only just got there in time. Phew!

In the wet room, I collected eight dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and chased three very live ones that were too fast for me.

I washed up and went into Action-Man-Mode, on a search and destroy mission after the evil weevils in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen produced two live ones captured, and around fifteen dead bodies collected. The spare room provided a lot of dead carcases, and just one live beetle.

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The Raid Kill Spray did a good job this time. I resprayed in all areas, washed my dandies and got on with the Health Checks. Hopefully, the effects of the ‘Raid’ killer spray does not give me pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Hehe!

Blimus! The weight had shot up to a new record high? The pulse was a bit fast, too. Depressed meself now. Humph!

Took the medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy affair. Huh!

Computer switched on and started this diary off. Then went to update yesterday’s log. Four hours later, I got the Sunday post finished off and posted. I didn’t mean for this tale of woe to be so long, but I got carried away elucidating on things. Sorry folks.

I visited the WordPress Reader section and looked at a comment or two.

Back to the wet room, and a decent session on the Porcelain Throne. During which I started to read the ‘Catastrophe’ book, but the brain went all vagarious on me. Just about all things that I deliberated over, feared, loathed and was frustrated about came to mind. Somehow, I felt drained afterwards? Most strange! Of course, no solutions or plans of action were adopted.

Washed the hands and face, and off to the kitchen.

  A tip here for you folks, bit of advice, like: When squashing an unusually large looking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle as it foolishly runs by close to you on the counter… make sure that it is actually an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle before crushing it with your finger against the hard worktop.

I don’t know what it was, but this picture from the internet is the closest to what the thing looked like. Lummox!

Back to the tale; after pressing hard and lifting my finger, the blooming thing just carried on his way, but at a faster rate of knots, toward the holes in the plasterwork in the window corner. But he’s much too big to get through, so where did he or she go? I hope these Panzer-built-like things haven’t decided to illegally immigrate as the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles have? Oh dearie me!

Getting ready to go to get the ablutions done, I think I realised at least part of the cause of my sudden increase in weight.

The water retention in the legs has returned! I’d gone from chicken-legs back to the stumpy-legs overnight. And I seem to have more blood in the left leg than the right one? Distemperature of some sort? Ooher! And leaky toes? Hehehe!

Dang, it! The Oedema has been no bother for weeks, now its back. Phwert!

The ablutions went well, apart from Little Inchies Fungal lesion still bleeding a bit. But nothing that the PPs can’t handle.

Got things ready and set off out. With two black bags of rubbish, rinsed empty jars for the recycle bin and a bag of recyclable gear.

I manoeuvred my way from the foyer door, through the maze of scaffolding and deposited the bags of rubbish, and put the recycle bag and empty jars in the receptacles.

Next I gingerly negotiated my way around a delivery lorry back onto the roadway (There is no footpath available), and navigated my way around the parked cars and confusion of fences and barriers along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptsturmführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

I got the crossword book out. The hut soon filled up with residents, and a chat and laugh or two were had. Out to the bus stop, where many more folks were waiting for the buses to arrive. I could remember some of the names, too. Cindy, Dora, Penny, Newkie, Paul, Bill and Welsh William. The other fifteen I could not recall the names of. Sad, innit?

We filled the City Bound bus up, and Penny allowed me to sit next to her. A good chinwag and laugh on the journey to town.

I got off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over the pedestrian lights and up Glasshouse Street.

A sorrowful sight this road is nowadays. An abandoned part of the City of Nottingham. A muggers delight. All the closed down shops… a wretched heart-breaking scenario.

The times when the old Central Market, with its fish stalls, floral stalls and everything in between offered at reasonable prices. And those little cafes, the record shops, the hardware stalls, fruit and veg on offer… Such a missed market by all who remember it.

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I stood a while with the memories flooding back. I used to buy records from the market. Ricky Nelson, Adam Faith, Billy Fury, Elvis, Anthony Newley, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Craig Douglas, Gene Pitney, Roy Orbison, Cliff Richard, Shadows, John Leyton, Bobby Vee, Frankie Vaughan, Jess Conrad, Frankie Avalon, Connie Francis, Paul Anka, Brenda Lee, Del Shannon, Ray Charles, The Shirelles, Frank Ifield, Helen Shapiro, Four Seasons, Acker Bilk, Ken Coyler, Bix Biderbecke… Ah, the memories flooded back!

So much so, as I shook myself out of my daydreaming reverie, I nearly walked into a car as it was turning into the side street.

I hobbled to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street and spent some dosh. I came out with Some nibbles for the box, a pork pie, a yoghourt, tomatoes, sugar snap peas, brown sandwich thins, lemon flapjacks and for the first time, I tried some German Rye Bread to make my pork and tomato sandwiches of.

So, £9.66 lighter off, I made my way over the road and through the Victoria Centre on to Milton Street. Where the shadows and sunshine created an excellent chance to try to take a ‘Moody’ photograph.

Using the old Sony Cybershot again today, I had no idea what it would come out like (or of course any pictures I took today), as there is not a viewfinder on this model of camera.

I had a limp around the slab square taking two photographs that just didn’t come out at all, just a splodge of colours?

I got to the bus stop and took a shot of the Council House from the shelter on Queen Street. Made a right non-success of this one, too! Ah-well.

Cindy got on the bus en route.

 I’d just got out the camera to take a shot of what I saw ahead at the Co-op filling station because I anticipated there being a kerfuffle or something like that going on. So, I caught her as she came on the L9.

As we drew level with the Co-op shop and filling station, there was no bother or accident, just some chaps fitting a new sign above the petrol pumps, I think.

For the rest of the journey back to the flats, I’m afraid I had another of the ‘Blank Spells’. For the life of me I cannot recall anything of the bus ride from Mapperley Top to Chestnut Way or getting off of the bus. Now, I will definitely inform the doctor on my next visit.

I was walking along Chestnut Way when things came back to normal.

I see Cindy in this photograph ahead of me, but cannot recall the event at all, or taking the photo. I hate it when this happens!

LAter in the morning when I started this update, I found another photograph I knew nothing about, but have a distant inkling that I was talking to Cindy when I took it?

But what it was that fascinated or caused me to take this picture on the left, in the first place, I don’t know.

I had a short-sharp wee-wee, and a rinse and things came fully back into focus again, brain-wise.

I thought that just maybe Cindy can advise me if anything happened untoward while I was off on my short escape from reality? Hope I didn’t do or say anything wrong!

Got the Health Checks done and medications take, then realised I had not taken the midday doses. Ah-well too late now.

There a good few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle corpses in the kitchen, I cleared them up and resprayed with the ‘Raid’ bug killer. 

Then, did the wet room, about ten dead in there, no live ones, though.

To the spare room, and found plenty, masses of dead baby weevils and two much bigger ones that were alive. The blighter got away!

Cleaned my self up and washed.

Then I got the meal ready, an all-cold affair tonight. So no hassle in preparing it.

I made as planned, a black rye bread sarnie with pork and tomato content. Sugar snap peas, half a pork-pie, chip sticks, gherkin slices, tomatoes and apple. Followed by a lemon yoghourt and a lemon flapjack.

This is the first time I’ve tried flapjacks – and it will be the last. As for the German black Rye Bread, it was not easy to eat, as it crumbled so readily when I picked them up. And I am still undecided about the taste of it, very crumbly texture that I found a bit bland and unstimulating, yet enjoyed it. (Is that an oxymoron?)

Anyroad up, I ate it all, bar the yoghourt. I’d put it to one side while I gobbled the fodder and forgot all about it. Nebekh!

Did the Health Checks. Then washed the pots. Looked at the TV programmes and spent half an hour picking out what to watch.

Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

Turned on the TV, and fell asleep within minutes.

Friday 21st September 2018

Polish: Piątek, 21 września 2018 r

0125hrs: I shot awake, pondered for a short time on what bit’s I could remember of a dream I think I was in the middle of (In a cave full of old typewriters?) and decided to get the laundry started first thing. Which I did.

Out of the second-hand rickety rusting £200 recliner (like a young man almost, certainly surprised me!), and to the spare room to collect the bag. Assembling the washing accoutrements, I noticed a problem with the unwanted, light and view-stopping new window frame.

The ledge must have had dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles the full length of the window on it. Around 33% of them were alive, all small ones this time. I collected the bodies and sprayed both the ‘Raid’ and ‘Rentokil’ killer sprays copiously all over.

Danged little varmints were on the counter-attack gain!

Had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, and got myself down to the laundry room. As I stepped into and out of the lift doors, there was a vicious updraught from the strong gale-like winds blasting up the lift shaft! I don’t think some of the girl tenants will appreciate this if it doesn’t die down. Hehe!

Got the washer on the go, and up to the flat. Where I did an assault in the wet room and kitchen on the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. There was a lot of them, mostly dead though.

I set Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda off with all the bending to get at them. Humph!

Time to get down once again to move the washing from washer to the dryer.

I noticed on the laundry room floor, bits of what looked like pieces of old toasted bread? Bemused me, cause they were not there earlier.

On closer inspection, they turned out to be bits of the foam filler they used on the windows and balcony outside. How and where they came from, I’ve not the foggiest. This place might be haunted, or have Aliens moved in, perhaps? Haha!

Moved the togs and got the dryer going. Back to the twelfth floor. Set the timer to remind me about the clothing, and got the Health Checks done and took the medications.

The hemadynamometer worked the first time, and the readings all seemed better as well.

Made a brew, and went on another search & destroy mission for the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

The need for the Porcelain Throne arose, to which I responded. MAnaged to get a few pages of the Catastrophy book read. Getting closer to the declaration of war now.

Back to the battle with the weevils. I’d not checked behind the balcony curtains earlier. So, Rentokil Spray at the ready in hand, I whipped open the curtain… which came off of the runner leaving me draped with the things covering me and feeling foolish! Of course, the immediate need was for me to get the cloth off of my head so I could see to attack the varmints. By the time I got free of the curtains, I could only see about three weevils on the pelmet, all dead. But the beetles in the front room are usually larger than average and are nifty and quick in flight. So maybe there were more of them, I’ll never know. I gave an expensive blast from the aerosol anyway.

The timer alarm rang out, and I plodded down the draughty elevator to move the washing from one machine to the dryer.

Got the dryer going, and went to clean the drum of the washing machine. I came across no less than eight hair-pins stuck behind the plastic porthole cover when I went to wipe it out. Certainly not mine. Hehe!

I popped outside and took this photograph.

The wind seemed to have died down, the rain had been falling, cause I could see the puddles.

I’m quick yer know. Hahaha!

Back up in the lift. I don’t know about my thinking the wind had lessened outside, but it was still belting up the cage chute with a venom.

I got yesterdays blog finished and posted. Made a start on this one, but could not remember how to spell a word, I thought I had in my personal Excel Dictionary. I had not replaced it in this new one, and looked it up and got carried away when I found other words also lost in the ether to add to the new listings.

Soon it was time to go down and collect the dried laundry.

I got the gear out and folded up, and cleaned the filter out, and wiped the drum.

During which, I found another two or three hair-pins!

Up in the still draughty when you got in or out lift. Brrr! The poor ladies.

Took a shot of the Nottingham City Homes electronic information sign.

Blimey, I thought of seeing the time, 0332hrs. I’d done well this morning.

Got home, and Hippy Hilda had eased off along with Arthur Itis. Odd this?

Got the clothes to put away, and back on the computer. Spent around two more hours sorting and adding to the dictionary.

Got on with starting this post off.

Ablutions were done – readied and off out I went.

Called at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Oberschützeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. Asked pole-dancer and Warden Deana if she could help me with a Nottingham City Council Problem, and she obliged.

Enjoyable chinwagging sessions ensued as some residents arrived at the shed.

I intended to go to town and get some hearing aid batteries.

When the buses arrived. I was nattering as usual and got on the wrong bus. What a Nebech!

I stayed on went to Arnold.

The sky, well, clouds were gorgeous.

I was cheered a bit as I arrived in Arnold.

I dropped off the bus early, to go to the two cheap stores to try and get some of the foot and shoe sprays.

I went to the Boyes for Good Value shop first.

I had a wander around, which later proved to be a mistake, cause I missed the L9 bus back to the flats then. Klutz!

I did get two cans of the required foot sprays, though.

At a fair price as well. £1 each!

I came out of Boyes and went to the next shop, a branch of Savers.

But they did not have of the Dettol lavender, Co-codamol tablets or lemon spray I needed.

So, I departed purchaseless and called into the Boots branch.

They sold a box of Paracetamol & Codeine tablets.

Then I went to the Iceland shop and spent a bit there. Washing-up liquid, some meat, pork & pickle mini-pies, and potato slices.

It was then, I realised I was going to miss the L9 bus!

 I worked thing out, and thought if I caught a City Bound bus, that takes a less convoluted route than the L9 I’d just missed, this bus would beat the Lp into Sherwood, and I can get off and catch the flat bound bus! Best laid plans, huh!

The 58 bus I was on got caught in heavy traffic, and I miss the L9 again in Sherwood! Humph!

So I went to the Continental Food shop, in the hope of them having some of the lemon cream soft pastry squares back in stock.

They hadn’t! Oy vay!

This meant slog up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats!

But the sky turned beautiful again.

What had happened to the Amber Warning about the weather forecast of heavy rain and wind?

There was a breeze, but no rain at all?

In fact, as I crossed over the road, the sun came out stronger, and it turned really bright.

The hobble up the hill, required a couple of rest breaks, as Hippy Hilda began to give me some bother.

But I managed to get up to Chestnut Walk.

Where I was met with a few challenges in not getting knocked over by the heavy traffic around the flats!

Lorries and wagons, plant machinery, cars, etc. all posing a health risk. Hehe!

Still, I got through okay in the end.

Up to and in the flat, amazingly without any need of a wee-wee? Today was proving an odd one for me! Haha!

I got the oven warming, min-potatoes in the saucepan, and got on with updating this diary.

Sister Jane rang for a friendly chat. Only told me off twice as well!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, a little early, but still.

I took one of the tablets from Boots with them and put the Codeine back in the box. I hope this will be alright and I still get the pain relief, but without the falling to sleep. Fingers crossed! I started to read the two-sided notes from the box, but it was so long and small to decipher, I nearly fell asleep anyway! Hahaha!

Nosh sorted. A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating.

I think I may have fallen asleep for a while, I seemed to wake up in the £300 second-hand rickety past-its-best Recliner.

Got the pots into the washing up bowl, as the rain started to pelt down.

I opened the curtains to see the gloomy looking weather outside.

The rainwater had got into the balcony pod again and onto the bare slatted wooden flooring.

I hope it doesn’t warp the planks.

The old brain went off on one of its ‘Straying-from-Reality’ modes.

Health Checks and medications tended to.

Off for a wee-wee. Poor Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding something awful. Thank heavens for the PPs, at least. Painful and worrying. Oh dearie me, not good!

Cleaned up and medicated as best I could.

Settled in the chair with a bottle of fresh orange juice, and foolishly tried to watch the TV again.

Nodded straight off… Ah, well!